Obviously, for these guys who are used to seeing the colorful world, they simply look down on Yanjing, who has a calm temperament for thousands of years.

Among these people, the one with the most disdainful expression was a woman of obvious mixed race.

She has an oriental face, but her eyes are amber. When she looks at anyone, she has a stinky face looking at garbage.

However, with her appearance and temperament, for some men with special hobbies, she is an absolute queen.

Without too many introductions, Ye Hao has already guessed that the old man with a bit of western aristocratic temperament and wearing a monocle is Wei Sigui, the honorary elder of the Xiadao Chinese Martial Arts League.

And the other one should be a big shot in Yanjing Dragon Palace.

Seeing this person, Xi Mengyan seemed a little surprised, and then said in a low voice: "Representative Ye, this person is one of the deacons of Yanjing Dragon Palace, Han Wenxiang."

"His status in Yanjing Dragon Palace is quite high. It is said that he has made some mistakes. Otherwise, he would have been the branch master of Yanjing Dragon Palace long ago."

Hearing this, Ye Hao nodded slightly, expressing that he knew.

"Bastard, who is it that is yelling behind the old man again?"

"Don't you know, the old man hates those juniors barking behind me the most in this life?"

Hearing someone talking at the door, Han Wenxiang opened his mouth with an awesome expression.

Obviously, such a violent and irritable person is absolutely unreasonable on weekdays.

"This old man is the deacon of the Dragon Palace. From the top five clans to the top ten top families, no one has ever dared to ask this old man to wait for them!"

"It's just a representative of the Great Xia Martial League. It really doesn't follow any rules, and it doesn't understand how to respect the old and love the young!"

"Did you tell him that the old man is here!"

"How dare he not rush back to see him as soon as possible?"

Wei Sigui, who was wearing a monocle, smiled sadly, and said, "Old Han, it seems that it's not just me who loses face."

"They didn't give you face either!"

"If you ask me, what you said at the beginning is meaningless at all."

"For this little bastard who doesn't have all his hair, the most important thing to do is to let him know what it means to be tall and thick!"

While speaking, Wei Sigui crushed the Bafang Cup handed down in his hand with a "snap" into pieces.

"They don't give face, so there is such a cup!"

Seeing Wei Sigui's move, the young men and women behind him all showed admiration.

Elder Wei Sigui is really young!

Don't say anything else.

Such strength and courage are simply not something ordinary people can possess!

Ye Hao, who is the ghostwriter of the Great Xia Martial League, would probably kneel down the first time he saw Elder Wei Sigui?

"Handed down from generation to generation Ge Kiln Bafang Cup, at a Soby-style auction, one is worth 90 million yuan."

"Rounded up, it is equivalent to 100 million." JrNovels.com